| The She Creature at dawn. She wakes in the morning as daybreak is dawning and delights in the light through the haze there is sun. And her glory does shimmer as the sunlight grows dimmer and the sea calls out to her "Come near, oh yes near." She does dazzle and amaze as her colors through the haze like a rainbow, like the day glow, like you thought she would be. Come with me on this morning she will be while lights dawning more than dreams can reveal more than fear can conceal. Face as pink as make-up hue. Chest more blue than sky when true. Green antenna that must be seen through the day and in between. |
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| The mad glad monster maker from the village in the middle |
As our pretty lady moves to shore she notices her
wave breaking on the rocks and she thinks.
Crash upon my rocks oh sea
and lay upon the land I see.
That teams with life, yes near and far
not from a lab, not in a jar.
And do I dare this wide eyed day
that I might know you in a way
that's different from a point of view
of small town's people who pursue.
Now listen while I tell my tale
of seaman fleeing from my trail.
Because my sight is less than right
they run, they hide all through the night.
Though man does fear me in a dream
I am not creature
who wants their screams
I only want to be beheld ... As woman,
as tender and not from Hell.
Our creature takes to land and moves slowly on the
shore. She caresses every moment of her day till
night fall comes and she must head back to sea.
wave breaking on the rocks and she thinks.
Crash upon my rocks oh sea
and lay upon the land I see.
That teams with life, yes near and far
not from a lab, not in a jar.
And do I dare this wide eyed day
that I might know you in a way
that's different from a point of view
of small town's people who pursue.
Now listen while I tell my tale
of seaman fleeing from my trail.
Because my sight is less than right
they run, they hide all through the night.
Though man does fear me in a dream
I am not creature
who wants their screams
I only want to be beheld ... As woman,
as tender and not from Hell.
Our creature takes to land and moves slowly on the
shore. She caresses every moment of her day till
night fall comes and she must head back to sea.
| As night falls on our creature she realizes that her time on dry land is short and she thinks: I've made the most of my time here my sea, my water now draws me near. And thought I'm sad because my sight rings fright, in night and that's my plight. For mine is a lonely place and mine is the creatures fate. In the depths of the sea by myself I do flea. But do not weep for me oh child for I'll be back in just a while Another day another dream upon this shore and maybe more. My sirens sing a woeful tune of wanting life from this lagoon. To live as woman and not as freak how hard it is and most times bleak. |
| The She Creature |